Hushed Willows [m] Take what you are, make it sacramental

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He had been there — he had been ready.
Stress seemed to have swallowed him as of late, this slurry of chaos that now enveloped him and his growing little family. Careworn, exhausted, worn thin; all of it, and yet he took it in stride. He spent his days tending borders and fishing, building the foundations that would become future densites, gathering places, cache stores. He dug out paths through heavy terrain and he fussed over the two girls — his two girls.
And now here was his wife, sunglow eyes burning as her arms envelop him. He had not touched her in this way since before the incident, and oh, how horribly he had missed her—!
He is gentle and at the same time he is eager; he is as giving as he is selfish. He swallows her beneath him, teeth against skin, chests heaving, legs trembling, and he does not let her go until the flame is tempered and starlight filters in through the denmouth.